He doesn't push him away. He's held tight, lips still tingling from the kisses, and he stays relaxed into it. No one has held him in these past years. No one would dare. And before that? He doesn't know.
Part of him considers whether it could be true. He was the man that this stranger loved. He isn't anymore. He's a demon with a heart of stone. "He didn't know you loved him. Did he love you?"
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He doesn't push him away. He's held tight, lips still tingling from the kisses, and he stays relaxed into it. No one has held him in these past years. No one would dare. And before that? He doesn't know.
Part of him considers whether it could be true. He was the man that this stranger loved. He isn't anymore. He's a demon with a heart of stone. "He didn't know you loved him. Did he love you?"